MARCH 2004
Wed 31st March, 8:30pm
If my excitement continues to increase at its current rate, I'll be in orbit long before the book is launched. Jim (from Myogenic - I await a better description) emailed me today with a first version of some opening credits for our multimedia performance, and I love 'em. All very clever and exciting and I can't believe what started as a little musing before Xmas is actually turning into reality. Hooray for talented lovely people!
Monday 30th March, 12.30am
Phew, it’s all go.
Loads of stuff going on. My proof copies have still failed to materialise; not sure what’s going on there. I’m keeping the woman in the cellar as a hostage until I get them. Clearly she came here on false pretenses. Hmmm. Anyway, in other news I had a lovely email from an old colleague going “Wow” a lot cos I invited him to the book launch and he didn’t even know I was writing a book! I find that other people don’t go “Wow” enough. It’s not hard to work out why: I never stop going on about the sodding book and anyway most sane individuals don’t respond to every minute little novelty in their or other people’s lives with the word “Wow”. No, it’s just me. Well I’ll have the last laugh when the grim reaper knocks on my door and I’m too busy eyeing up his costume and going “Wow” to notice oblivion staring me in the face.
Anyway. I’ve also been attempting some more schmoozing by emailing random strangers and asking them to be my mate. What do you mean, it’s not a good strategy? The latest victim is Claire Dowie who’s book Creating Chaos is about to be (has just been?) published and is another one with similarities to mine. It’s a great shame she;s not Northern or she could join in with the whole sassy northern birds thing (see Events). Maybe we can rustle up some long lost ancestor from Accrington Stanley or something.
And this evening I finished writing an article on Nine Ladies and submitted it to the Big Issue. There’s no way I could have planned that the protest site against quarrying in the Peak District would be evicted at around the time my book was published, but it’s shamefully handy that it’s about to hit the news, what with a third of my book being set there an’ all. I visited the site a couple of weeks ago and they’re all lovely. Hopefully I can do them a favour by publicising the protest at the same time as plugging my book. I’ll see how things stand with the Big Issue, but maybe I can put the article up on this site at some point.
Now there’s another thing I should do: put a link from this site to the Nine Ladies site. I’ll stick it on the menu now (look to your left).
I woke up shattered this morning after a late night in front of the computer and very little sleep, and then I got all excited cos my book’s in the Amazon chart again, then I got excited cos my ex colleague said “Wow” a lot, then I got excited cos my agent said my biog was brilliant, then I went and did aerobics which really should have completely knocked me for six, but instead I sat at the computer again and got excited about Claire Dowie. I wonder if adrenalin helps you lose weight?
Right, bedtime.
Monday 29th March, 9:30pm
Today was the first free writing day I've had in over a month. I had tons of stuff to do. So of course I farted about on the BC forum all day, and... well feck knows what I did. The day disappeared, as it always does. So now I feel crap for being so useless. So of course I've told myself that I'll make up for it this evening, which is why I'm here writing pointless Blog entries. It's not even as though I did anything today worth writing about. And I've been encouraging people to visit my lovely new website. What if loads of them are logging on in some mistaken belief that I'll have written something dazzingly witty and entertaining? What if they think my life is actually worth reading about? Oh dear. Right. Ahem.
Today I had rampant sex with a woman who came to deliver my proof copies. I tied her up in the cellar and then I left her there while I came upstairs... oh hell, hang on a minute...
Sunday 28th March - First Entry
Look, it's way past my bedtime and some bastard has stolen an hour from my day and it's just taken me forever to get this far, so you can't seriously expect me to actually write a diary entry too?!
Oh, you can. Um. Well, I had lasagne for tea. And Felix sang his first ever song in the bath. And I'm paranoid that people are getting well and truly sick of hearing about my book. So from now on I'm going to put stuff on here instead (assuming I can work out how to do it), and then if you don't want to read you don't have to. Haha, what fun. I bet it's addictive, isn't it? [sigh] As if I didn't have enough online addictions. Ho hum. I still have jobs to do before I go to bed...
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Clare Sudbery